Isolated In The Fog Of Covid Poem by David Wood

Isolated In The Fog Of Covid

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Penetrating darkness of lockdown
Pervades mind and body.
Hour after hour, endless days
Confined in a small room.
Four walls closing, tick tock goes the clock.
Long days and longer nights
Day after day media reports,
Oh those daily reports.
The number of cases, and the dead,
Each number aperson.
Those heroic doctors and nurses,
Their total sacrifice.
Their call of duty, their commitment.
And all we did was clap.
While we are locked down, isolated
Engulfed in our own thoughts.
Isolated from our families
While the fog of Covid
Catches the unwary and the old
With every timid breath.
Their new home six feet in frigid earth
For all eternity.

Tuesday, December 1, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lyn Paul 01 December 2020

" Each number a person" An excellent descriptions of your feelings and thoughts of covid. It has been shocking just watching newsfeeds and the deaths tallied show no sensitivity. Particularly in America, just a number. Thank you David, there is a light.

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David Wood 07 December 2020

Thanks Lyn, I've just spotted your comment, they don't seem to email them to me nowadays. Covid is the silent killer that nature will thrust upon mankind when he thinks he can do what he wants to the environment.

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